Flight
written by: Christine Piatek
I envy the birds their graceful skill
to soar skies and travel great lengths.
Would they tell me they move on a wing and a prayer?
Their delicate dance, to my eyes, may be murderously hard
for a creature with no choice but to move by instinct,
season by season, with no guarantees, no insurance.
I once coasted the sky in a boisterously loud hot air balloon.
Flying with the wind high above vivid autumnal hues,
cows and sheep and wild deer
dotting the green ground
like still-life images in a Hallmark card.
No control over direction or point of descent,
whisking with the wind in a wicker basket.
A sojourn as close to flying as I will ever see.
I am a retired public sector lawyer who has always enjoyed writing -- journalism, memoir, essays, and poetry. I have been writing poetry in earnest for over ten years. My inspiration comes from nature, life's daily experiences, and thinking about the problems of the world. I've had several poems published in an annual summer fiction and poetry edition of a regional newspaper.
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